You lay to my left
Your body,
Cold and motionless.
I trace my steady finger across your spine
A sensual motion,
Ignored.

I consider how it was before this moment
You once wrote me of happiness;
Of pleasant intimacy
Yet you choose to lie against this chilled, defaced wall,
Rather than within my tender grip

It must hurt
To feel so alone in a world full of people
I wish to show you love,
Spontaneity,
Passion.
But we both know you'll be leaving soon,
And the world has no time for lessons of love